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“What the hell happened?”

Ronin glanced at Keres, who stared out the side window. “This is Keres. Her friend was killed tonight, and I think the shooter came to the hospital to tie up loose ends.”

“Where do you want me to drop her off?”

“She’s coming to the clubhouse. She needs protection.”

“Fair enough,” Ghost said, leaving the hospital behind them.

Chapter Thirteen

The moment Keres stepped into the newly built large two-story building, she wondered what in holy hell did she land herself in.Sons of Anarchyflashed through her head, along with the reputation of danger and destruction bikers carried.

Ronin held her hand and led her through what looked like the main den. A bar was at one end, with a young man serving drinks. A large black leather couch, a few recliners, as well as other chairs were scattered around the room. Bikers played a video game in one corner. A pool table stuck in another section had a couple of men around it. Scantily dressed women paraded around, some with their breasts hanging out. One couple was locked in an embrace, and she didn’t have to hear the moans to know what was happening there. She received many curious looks before they passed from that room and down a hallway, to a door where Ronin rapped his knuckles.

“Enter,” came a muffled voice.

Ronin opened the door and stepped in and closed it after she was inside what was obviously an office. A very large man sat behind the desk with silver-threaded hair, looking completely menacing until she saw the baby cradled in the crook of his arm. A beautiful woman with long brown hair sat perched on the desk next to them.

“Boss,” Ronin greeted. “Looking beautiful, Leia.”

The woman rolled her eyes but grinned at him. “Smooth talker.”

“How’s Leo?”

“Finally sleeping through the night,” she replied, hopping off the desk and coming around. She held out her hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Leia and this is my husband, Brim, and our son, Leo.”

Keres shook her hand. “I’m Keres.”

Leia walked back to her husband and took the baby from him, then sat on the couch to give them space. Ronin guided her to one of the chairs in front of the desk and he took the other.

“What’s this about?” Brim asked, looking back and forth between them.

“Keres and her friend Darby blew up Davorin’s warehouse.”

Brim raised an eyebrow at the blunt statement, then he studied her with a completely different look. Like he was sizing her up. Under the intense scrutiny, she felt like a bug under a microscope.

“He found out who she was,” Ronin continued. “Came after her tonight. She was taken to the hospital, and I got there just in time to get her out of there when shots were fired.”

“A distraction?”

“Yeah,” Ronin replied. “I need to keep her safe.”

Brim leaned back in his chair. “We don’t have any beef with Davorin, but that’ll change if we grant her asylum. The asshole isn’t the diplomatic type.”

“This is the only place I know she’ll be protected.”

“It’s okay,” Keres said, placing her hand on Ronin’s thigh. “I’m toxic right now, and he has a baby to protect. Not to mention your entire club. I get it. I can take care of myself.”

Ronin covered her hand with his own. “Davorin’s not going to stop, Keres. There’s not a place he won’t overturn to find you.”

“All the more reason for me to leave.”

Ronin stubbornly shook his head. “Not happening.”

“This isn’t your fight.”

“It became my fight when you killed my marks.”

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